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For the Endangered

by

John Grey

That’s a right whale out there,

breaching and rolling in the surf.

I’ve seen it three times already

but I watch it dive,

anticipate a fourth emergence

from the depths.

But not this time apparently

It’s moved on.

Like Laura moved on.

Like Chad and Jimmy and Marty moved on.

And like Chloe who died.

Not that the whale is dead

but sometimes with dead and moved on

the feeling is the same.

But wait.

What’s that.

Bubbles.

Water spiraling.

The right whale is about to put

on its show again.

Ah if only Laura and Chad and Jimmy

and Marty and Chloe…

but I’ll take the whale

if that’s what’s on offer.

It’s an endangered species.

In my life,

who isn’t?

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.

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